His Unveiled Passion

Jacqueline walked down a street in Arcton, something in her gut telling her that she was being followed.

She kept glancing over her shoulder. Everything looked normal, but she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone.

Fear crept in, and her palms grew damp with sweat.

Ever since she fled to Arcton, she had cut ties with the Jacobson family and turned into their enemy.

Their protection was no longer an option, which meant she couldn't keep the bodyguards they had assigned to her.

But there was one exception-Peter Atkins. He might have been a bit of a fool, but he had a soft spot for Jacqueline.

Jacqueline knew how he felt about her, so she had brought him along when she fled to Arcton.

She said in a low voice, "Peter, I feel like someone is following us."

Peter replied, "Don't worry, Ms. Sanders. No matter what happens, I'll protect you with my life."

At six feet tall and packed with muscle, Peter had always made her feel safe back in Orkford. But now that she had escaped to Arcton, things were different.

After all, Stephen had already sent people to hunt her down, and James was too busy to care about her.

After getting into the car, Jacqueline said uneasily, "Peter, you might not be able to protect me from the Jacobson family's men."

Peter sat in the driver's seat, starting the car.

Jacqueline urged him. "Hurry up and drive back to the villa. I think it'd be best if we lay low for now. I feel like the Jacobson family has already tracked me down."

before their white car could get far, a black pickup truck slammed into

pulled out his gun. "Ms. Sanders,

that, the sound of

from fear. She trembled as

might actually die

windows, leaving jagged holes. The

cried out in terror.

his bleeding

to reply, "Ms.

many of them.

not make

face went pale. "Are they from the Jacobson family? Are they here to

Peter could answer, someone smashed through

"Ms. Sanders, run! I'll hold

he threw himself into

round of

the car door open, kicked off her heels, and

his mercenaries after Jacqueline. They had

for years

highly trained bodyguard with exceptional

moments, they

and left arm, blood spilling

mercenaries ordered, "Get him out of here and take care of his wounds. Don't let

while, a blonde mercenary from Arcton dragged Jacqueline over. "I've got